Ye Zi'an and Lele heard this, exchanged a glance, and simultaneously turned to look at Yangyang.
"What's the matter? Why are you both looking at me?" Yangyang blinked his eyes a few times, sensing their gaze.
"It's nothing, son. You've learned martial arts well, keep it up in the future."
"Of course!" Yangyang proudly raised his little fist.
Ye Zi'an was thinking, it seems Yangyang has grasped the truth, however, in this way, I fear Prince Le feels even more upset.
The truth was indeed so. Returning to the mansion, Prince Le recalled Yangyang's serious face when they dueled and his agility in striking, every move was solid, none wasted. Then he looked at his own son, raised like a lady.
How could this not make him upset?
Perhaps his expression was too gloomy, causing his subordinate outside to hesitate for a long time before daring to come in and report.
"Still not coming in?" Finally, Prince Le couldn't stand his one-foot-in-one-foot-out hesitation anymore.
